Chapter 42: Chapter 36: The Future
Jiaxia had an aura that was beyond imagination, impossible to fathom, broken and then reborn, carrying an unimaginable grace.
Tap, tap, tap.
In the distance, the scattered survivors of earth’s creatures slowly approached.
Their vision was nowhere near as far-reaching as Jiaxia’s; they could not see where the gods were, but from the sound, they guessed that Jiaxia was in dialogue with the ancient deities.
"If you want to leave this world, to go to an infinitely vast universe, I can send you away.... This world cannot accommodate such life as your existence, you must break through and depart." Fu Qingjun suddenly said, planning to send him to the other side of the tunnel.
His level was beyond human; Fu Qingjun’s table could no longer contain him.
Jiaxia thought for a moment, then earnestly said, "But after I leave, how should this destroyed world be dealt with?"
Fu Qingjun thought for a moment and said, "I will use a great flood to wash away the flames that burn the earth, cleansing the entire world... If it gets washed into the earth, it will lead to destruction."
A tunnel slowly opened.
Jiaxia gazed at the tunnel and suddenly asked, "Great God of Wisdom, I’ve never asked your name."
"I am none other than yourself."
And then there was no more sound; the god had already departed.
Fu Qingjun slowly returned to the kitchen, fetching a bucket to put out the fire.
Jiaxia just stared blankly at the sky.
He was completely stunned.
Numb, his mind blank for a long time, carefully pondering the meaning within.
He suddenly laughed, burst into laughter, "So that’s how it is! So that’s how it is!!!"
He abruptly turned his head, looking again at the giant statue with the body of a lion and the face of an ant, which was withering and shattering in golden flames.
That face was his own...
The god is me!
This is the god in his heart, the God of Wisdom!
"So that’s how it is."
"The initial answer has remained consistent throughout."
"Every bit foretold the future moment, only I couldn’t always comprehend the will of the gods before!"
Only at this moment did Jiaxia understand what kind of existence the God of Wisdom truly was.
Among the three ancient beings, He was formless and intangible, a fundamental existence, indescribable, beyond the comprehension of the conscious mind.
Because once you start to think, you’re already wrong, when you start thinking, you’re searching for fragments in memory, so you see a blurred face because I can only understand a face, thus it appeared in the form of a face.
Perhaps, it seemed he was conversing with the God of Wisdom all along, but in reality, he was talking with the self within his heart... the god had never descended.
Appearing to be in front of him, yet actually within his heart.
"He is omnipresent, as long as there’s life with wisdom, they are His followers."
"He exists within the hearts of all beings, a fundamental power, present with you and me."
He realized in his heart, fully understanding the thoughts.
"Thus, I am the god! The God of Wisdom!"
To walk the divine path in human form!
This is an unprecedented divine aura!
And at this moment, from afar, the hidden, escaping creatures slowly emerged from the ground.
"Great God of Wisdom, are you going to abandon us?" they cried in pain.
"Indeed!"
"Please forgive our sins!"
They wailed, as the most ordinary beings, they were victims from beginning to end, their homes destroyed, gods and demons fighting, the entire world shattered.
"I do not blame earth’s creatures, but rather I am to open up a new world, where some of you may in the future break through obstacles and depart, I will first explore the new world and lay the foundation."
Jiaxia smiled, "The beings of this world have already developed, living just one life before leaving, which was once my promise, and you creatures of earth, you must no longer overly rely on the ethereal deities."
He strode off, stepping into the tunnel, shouting grandly:
"Where there’s wisdom, humans are gods, without wisdom, to ask foolishly of gods!"
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The era is changing, everything seems to become history, everything is about to irreversibly turn into history.
The earth drenched in blood.
Endless debris and fragments cover the cracked ground, light and flame burning everything as if the end of all worlds had descended.
Boom!!!
Immense floods poured down.
Snow-white waterfalls washed over the entire world, torrents fractured the earth.
"Hold on tight!"
"Don’t be washed into the earth!"
"Hold fast!"
Countless creatures wailed, terrified.
With the scour of the great flood, the world-ending flames were extinguished, and the earth was pockmarked, entirely blackened.
On the earth, the offspring of gods and demons who did not participate in the war remained silent, grief-stricken, walking on the lifeless, dark ground, looking at everything in bewilderment.
"The war of the gods..."
"The sky fell, the earth collapsed, gods perished, demons vanished... only we are left alive."
Some beings wept, wailing loudly, collapsing to the ground, crying in pain, "This is the God of Wisdom’s punishment for the greatly sinful, ungrateful creatures!"
This scene was immense suffering for all living beings; they read the evils of the heart and remembered the destruction that came from this sinful history as a cautionary lesson.
In the remainder of their lives, this tragic and horrifying mythological war, the fireballs in the sky entwined with the bones of gods and demons, forever became a huge nightmare for these survivors, an unforgettable pain.
Half a century passed.
Creatures on the earth came back to their senses, having lost family to the catastrophe, the pain of war bringing immense despair, rebuilding houses and buildings, awaiting a new future and perhaps a judgment yet to come.
Amidst the ruins, a young ant-tribe boy with people from his tribe held tightly to the remnants of their tribe, ultimately surviving.
They slowly returned with the corpses of Odyssey and the warriors, returning to what was now a ruined tribe.
"Forefathers, you have not failed the gods."
The human-child of that tribe looked at the apocalyptic scene and all that Odyssey had previously said came vividly to mind, seemingly fully understanding some things.
On a particular day, as he looked at the ruined ground, he once again struck iron tools, then he suddenly took out an iron tablet and wrote down "The Code of the Gods", then inscribed a passage:
When death ruthlessly plucks the souls of creatures,
When fear’s shells turn weapons against each other,
He stubbornly opens the Sun Ancient Coffin to sleep,
With a heart full of hopeful tenderness inscribing the third blasphemous tablet: Unwilling to part with the future.
....
When death ruthlessly claims the life of all beings,
When aging gods and demons open their arms,
He still stubbornly guards the earth against creatures,
With a heart full of longing firmly anchoring his brave heart: Believing in the creatures.
....
"Heavenly Father, you destroyed the greatly sinful creatures but left the seed of goodness, may you return to the heavens and descend again... may you walk in your kingdom and forgive our sins..."
The boy wrote a lengthy passage with flourish, then stood up to hang this iron tablet at the top of the tribe, so that the tribe’s descendants would steadfastly hold this as the difference between humans and gods.
The tribe’s heroes and leaders of future generations would use this as a guideline for their actions.
He hung the iron tablet "The Code of the Gods", smiling as if relieved, looking at the earth’s creatures mournful, fearful, and despairing due to Jiaxia’s departure, he brightly said, "That was a god..."
"—Where he went, bones piled up, where he left, spring light romantically spread."
All the creatures were stunned, and the unease and guilt in their hearts suddenly lessened.
This scene happened too terrifyingly and shockingly, the fierce fighting forever imprinted in their deepest memories.
However, history eventually treats the future indifferently.
No matter how great the beings are just the dust of generations, imprinted deeply in the memory of the era’s beings, imprinting in the future only as a few lines of historical ups and downs, the sacred tombstone of the "Sunflower Dynasty" records:
[In the twenty-sixth century, creatures on earth arrogantly called themselves gods and demons, terrified by death, thus slaughtering gods in the sky, the gods were enraged, destroyed the creatures, and brought down countless suns and floods to annihilate the world, the dynasty was completely destroyed.]